Early in the morning Trim was aroused by the sounds of his men making ready for departure.
He opened his eyes long enough to give orders for all to breakfast on shore, and to awaken him again when they were ready to start.
Then he turned over and the next second was sound asleep again.
Dobbin looked after the arrangements. He had just finished his own breakfast and was preparing to help drive the donkeys on to the raft when his attention was attracted by a strange sound at a distance.
All the others listened also.
“It’s an elephant,” said one of the blacks.
“Never heard an elephant trumpet like that before,” replied Dobbin, doubtfully.
“It’s an elephant, though,” insisted the black, slapping one of the donkeys and driving him hurriedly onto the raft.
“We’d better get aboard as soon as possible.”
“May be no danger,” remarked another black.